Zhao Wuji Gets Beaten, Tang San's Double Standard!

Just when everyone could no longer hold out.

Lin Chuan smiled.

Because the incense stick had finally burned out.

"Time's up!"

Dai Mubai announced blankly.

The entire place fell silent.

Zhao Wuji was covered in dust, several Dragon Whisker Needles embedded in his body, while blood streamed down his back.

He bared his teeth in pain. Where was the imposing dignity of a Soul Sage now?

Tang San, meanwhile, had exhausted his Soul Power and suffered a few minor injuries, yet he still stood proudly.

"We won!"

Lin Chuan took the lead in applauding from the side, his claps especially crisp.

"Wonderful! Truly wonderful!"

"Teacher Zhao, it seems you're not up to much. You couldn't even handle a bunch of kids."

"How about you let me be vice principal for a couple of days?"

Zhao Wuji's old face flushed red as he shot Lin Chuan a fierce glare.

As he pulled the needles from his body, he cursed under his breath.

"If you're so capable, you do it! That brat's weapons are too vicious! And you, brat, your commands were damned underhanded!"

Though he cursed aloud, Zhao Wuji's gaze at the children was full of shock and admiration.

This year's new students really were monsters!

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing could hardly believe that they had defeated a Soul Sage.

After all, the gap of dozens of levels of Soul Power between them was real.

Lin Chuan's command was really that incredible?

What they did not know was that Lin Chuan's Purple Demon Eye had broken through to the third level, Jiezi, and had even reached the peak of the third level!

Guiding the group had been effortless for him!

At that moment, Dai Mubai was nearly grinding his teeth to pieces!

He had deliberately chosen not to stand with the students, meaning he had not participated in the trial.

He had waited for everyone to lose.

Then, at the end, he would come out depending on the situation and fight Zhao Wuji himself!

Maybe he could have salvaged his reputation!

Yet Lin Chuan had stolen all the spotlight!

In the shadows of the distant forest.

A tall figure draped in a tattered cloak silently watched everything.

It was Tang Hao.

He had witnessed the entire assessment.

Watching Tang San's smooth coordination and astonishingly powerful hidden weapon techniques.

Especially when he saw Zhao Wuji getting humiliated.

A proud smile could not help appearing on Tang Hao's weathered, stubbled face.

"Good boy. You're stronger than your old man was back then."

Then, he shifted his gaze to Lin Chuan, his eyes flickering slightly.

"This Lin Chuan... is interesting."

"Although he became an assistant instructor, he has been secretly guiding Xiao San the entire time."

"If he hadn't bought that Hair Gold and given it to Xiao San, Xiao San would probably have suffered badly today."

"And his command at crucial moments was calm and precise. He had complete control of the entire field."

Tang Hao nodded in satisfaction.

He had originally worried that Tang San would be bullied outside, or make the wrong friends.

But now, it seemed that with such a powerful, meticulous, and fiercely protective big brother at his side, he could rest much easier.

"Not bad. He's a good big brother worth entrusting him to."

He could not help thinking of his own big brother, and a complicated emotion welled up in his heart.

Tang Hao's figure flashed, silently vanishing into the darkness.

"As for Zhao Wuji..."

Tang Hao glanced back at Zhao Wuji's residence, a cold smile curling at his lips.

"Immovable Bright King, is it? Tonight, I'll make you move!"

Late at night.

Shrek Academy.

Zhao Wuji sat outside his wooden cabin.

As he applied medicine to the scratches on his back, he recalled the battle from the day.

"Hiss... those little bastards really fought dirty."

Zhao Wuji grimaced, but a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"Still, that Tang San really is promising. Like a little hedgehog covered in thorns, with astonishing talent."

"And that Lin Chuan, though his mouth is a bit sharp, has a viciously keen eye."

"Heh heh, but since you've entered my territory, just wait and see how I properly train you all."

Zhao Wuji rubbed his wrists.

He was figuring out how to give the new students a harsh welcome tomorrow.

Just then, a suffocating presence suddenly descended.

"Who?!"

Zhao Wuji abruptly rose to his feet.

As a level seventy-six Soul Sage, he actually felt a tremor that came from the depths of his soul.

Outside the door, a tall figure stood silently in the darkness.

A black cloak concealed his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

"Zhao Wuji." A low voice exploded beside Zhao Wuji's ear.

"Who are you, sir?"

Zhao Wuji's entire body tensed, and seven Spirit Rings lit up instantly.

The man did not answer. He merely raised a hand and gave it a light wave.

In the principal's office not far away, Flender, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly jolted awake.

The next second, he rushed toward the source of that aura!

"Clear Sky Douluo?!"

When Flender saw the hammer phantom in the visitor's hand, his glasses nearly fell off in fright.

The man gave Flender a casual glance. "This has nothing to do with you. Stand aside and watch."

Flender immediately obediently moved to the corner like an elementary school student who had done something wrong.

Inwardly, he observed three seconds of silence for Zhao Wuji.

"I heard you had quite a good time beating people up during the day?" The man turned to Zhao Wuji, his tone terrifyingly calm.

Zhao Wuji swallowed.

At last, he recognized the legendary god of slaughter before him—Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

"Your Excellency, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding! It was an assessment, it was teaching..."

"Teaching? What fine teaching." Tang Hao sneered. "Since you enjoy bullying the weak, I'll give you a lesson too."

The next half hour was the darkest time of Zhao Wuji's life.

There was no clash of spirit skills, only a one-sided beating.

Every blow of that Clear Sky Hammer hurt terribly, and it specifically targeted the fleshier parts of his body.

It would neither break his bones nor damage his tendons, yet it could make the pain unbearable.

"This counts as sparring too." Tang Hao put away his hammer.

Looking at Zhao Wuji, whose bruised and swollen face resembled a pig's head, he nodded in satisfaction. "Be more polite to my son from now on. And that brat named Lin Chuan..."

With that, Tang Hao turned and vanished into the night.

Only then did Flender dare to walk over.

Looking at Zhao Wuji sprawled on the ground, he sighed sympathetically.

"Old Zhao, of all people to provoke, you had to provoke that family..."

Zhao Wuji looked like he wanted to cry, mumbling through his swollen face.

"Mmph... I'm innocent..."

How was he supposed to know that Tang San's father was Tang Hao?!

There were countless people with the surname Tang. How had he happened to run into this one?!

While Zhao Wuji was getting beaten, the students all had a good night's sleep.

The next morning.

Tang San had already washed up and was sitting at the table.

Meticulously sorting through the Dragon Whisker Needles he had recovered from yesterday's battle.

He wiped every needle perfectly clean before carefully putting them back into the Gold-Inlaid Plate.

After organizing his hidden weapons, he climbed onto the roof.

He cultivated his Purple Demon Eye while facing the rising sun.

Only then did he return to the dormitory, refreshed and energized.

At that moment, Oscar was still sprawled across his bed, snoring loudly enough to shake the room.

"Oscar, get up. The sun's already shining on your butt!"

Tang San gave Oscar a shove.

Oscar rubbed his sleepy eyes and grumbled unhappily.

"Come on... what time is it... let me sleep a little longer!"

"No. As a Spirit Master, you need to make the most of the morning. Laziness is a great taboo in cultivation."

Tang San said seriously.

Oscar sat up helplessly.

He happened to notice that on the other bed, Lin Chuan was still wrapped in his blanket, sleeping like the dead.

Lin Chuan even turned over and smacked his lips twice.

Oscar instantly felt indignant!

Why was Tang San only waking him up while completely ignoring Lin Chuan?

Oscar pointed at Lin Chuan and shouted.

"Then why aren't you urging Brother Lin Chuan to get up?"

"Look at him! He's sleeping like a dead pig! Isn't that way too double-standard?"

Tang San glanced at the sleeping Lin Chuan.

The expression on his face instantly turned worshipful as he spoke as though it were only natural.

"How can Brother Lin Chuan be the same? When he sleeps, he's replenishing his energy and comprehending heaven and earth!"

"Besides, Brother expended a great deal of mental energy commanding the battle yesterday. It's only right that he sleeps a little longer."

"Shh, don't wake Brother."

Oscar: "..."

He looked at Tang San's expression, which plainly said, "Everything Brother does is right," and was left completely speechless.

Was this what they called a crazy fan?

He could not afford to offend him, he really could not.

He could only obediently follow Tang San outside.

Outside the girls' dormitory.

Dai Mubai stood at the entrance early in the morning, holding a bouquet of freshly picked flowers.

Clearly, yesterday's events had filled him with a sense of crisis.

In order to win Zhu Zhuqing back, he decided to take the initiative.

By coincidence, Tang San had also come to find Xiao Wu.

The two met at the entrance, exchanged a glance.

They snorted coldly at the same time, then each turned his head away.

Hmph, what a pretentious act. Dai Mubai cursed inwardly.

Hmph, womanizer. Tang San thought disdainfully.

Before long, the door opened.

Xiao Wu came out arm in arm with Zhu Zhuqing.

When Dai Mubai saw Zhu Zhuqing, he immediately put on an affectionate smile and stepped forward.

"Zhuqing, these are for you. I spent a whole hour picking them out especially for you!"

However, Zhu Zhuqing merely swept her eyes over him, as though she were looking at a stone by the roadside.

Without even pausing, she walked straight past him and headed toward Tang San.

"Morning."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded to Tang San.

She had thought Lin Chuan would come, and could not help feeling a little disappointed.

Though her tone remained cool, it was clearly much gentler than when she spoke to Dai Mubai.

"Morning." Tang San replied with a smile.

He did not mind Zhu Zhuqing's indifference.

After all, Xiao Wu was the only little sister in his heart!

As for Brother Lin Chuan, he was like a father and elder brother!